I feel like my soul is being slowly poured out over a rift in space that goes on into eternity.
My head is swimming in murky undefined thoughts that I can't grab onto or examine. They just cloud my vision, utter ennui.
What is this torture?
Sometimes people look at themselves with such hatred that they burst into flame. When they've burned to ashes their spirit breathes life into the embers from which they arise as a new creation, free of the chains that they'd bound themselves by, free of the lies they'd wrapped their aching hearts in. When nothing's obscuring them they shine a light so others can look at themselves & the masquerade they call life. And if they have any vision left, they burn. I burned.
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